“Riot…” she whispers.
“Yeah?” I can’t stop staring at her, her tits, her cute bellybutton, the tiny panties that barely cover her shaved pussy. God help me, the need to bury myself deep inside her is messing with my mind, won’t let me think.
“Need you.”
Hell, yeah. Me too, but I can’t say that. So I show her. I press my mouth to her breasts, take my time lowering the straps and kissing her shoulders. She smells of flowers and sugar, and I want to lick her all over.
Take it slow, Riot. Remember?
She moans when I take her nipple in my mouth and suck, teasing the other with my hand, tugging and twisting. Her sweet taste is intoxicating. I shift restlessly between her legs, my dick hard and heavy, weighing a ton, rubbing on the sofa. Every tiny shift sends burning sparks up my spine and makes stars flash in front of my eyes.
I’m hanging on to self-control by a thin thread. If it breaks…
Her hands tangle in my hair, and I look up, my tongue still teasing her hardened nipple. Her pupils are blown, her mouth slack, her hair a beautiful mess.
Fuck slow. I need her now. I slide my hands around her back, find the clasp and undo her bra. I pull it off her, and grab her tits in my hands, squeezing them. Her head falls back on the cushions as I lick her nipples, one after the other, then circle them with my thumb until they’re hard dark peaks.
God, this girl. She’s like a drug. I kiss a trail between her breasts, to her bellybutton, then lower, still playing with her nipples. I press my face to the thin strip of black lace between her legs, inhale her musky-sweet scent, and she arches up.
“Please…” she mutters, and I stifle a groan against her barely-covered folds, my dick twitching.
Down, boy. No coming yet.
A deep breath to steady myself, and I drag down her panties. Oh shit, yeah, she’
s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. All roses and pearls, her folds wet with arousal.
“Fuck, Pax,” I breathe. “So perfect.”
She’s watching me, eyes big as saucers, as I part her folds more, to see her better. Yeah, damn perfect. I stroke my thumb from her clit to her opening and she shudders.
“Okay?” I try to ask, but my voice is stuck somewhere in my throat. I try again. “You doing okay?”
She’s breathing hard, those pretty tits rising and falling, mesmerizing me. “Please, Riot, do it now. Need you in me.”
I was gonna take more time, go down on her, make her come this way first, but fuck it. She wants it now, and the pressure in my dick is reaching combustion point.
Promising myself to return to this later, show her in how many ways and how often she can come in one night, I reach for my jacket and pull out a condom from my pocket. I always have one on the ready.
I pull the foil impatiently and roll the thing on, then crawl over her until we’re face to face. The head of my dick is nudging her entrance as I dip my head to kiss her.
“You have done this before, right?” I belatedly remember to ask against her lips. So soft. So fucking soft and sweet.
“Sort of,” she says, and I freeze.
“What?”
“Come on, Riot.” She puts her arms around my neck before I sit up. Her eyes are dark pools. “Do it before I lose my nerve.”
“You’ve never done it before?”
“I fooled around with a boy back before—” She bites her lip, and shit, she doesn’t want to remember, not now, and I’m forcing her to.
So I close my mouth over hers, thrust my tongue inside and kiss her like my life depends on it. Maybe it does. I roll my hips, and my cock breaches her, a slow, mind-blowing entry. She’s so fucking tight, and God, I don’t wanna hurt her.
This has to be good for her. The best. I want tonight to erase her past, her pain. Replace it with pleasure.
I break the kiss to kiss her neck, then prop myself on one hand and reach between us. Find her clit. Circle it. Tease it, make her moan.